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We are Madds and Margot.

We do stuff, write things and take photos.

Everything here is our own


There’s scratches on the inside of your arms and cuts that don’t heal. You got used to that after awhile. Things not healing. It’s like you’ve always said, anything that lives is wounded in some way. Except the difference here, you think, is that you didn’t drag yourself home with a trap on your leg.



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